Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.